The snow outside the window had stopped for two days, and sunlight streamed through the double-glazed windows, casting a warm patch of light on the carpet.
Yu Jiuyuan curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a camel-colored cashmere blanket, holding a fountain pen between her fingers, but didn't write a single word on the document for a long time.
Her face was still pale from illness, except for an abnormal flush under her eyes, like peach petals soaked in warm water.
When Rong Shenghan walked over with a cup of freshly warmed milk, he saw her with her eyes downcast, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids. Her obedient appearance really resembled that of a pet that had been kept in captivity for a long time.
"Staring blankly again?" He handed her the milk; the warmth of the cup seeped through his fingertips—not scalding, but comforting enough.
Yu Jiuyuan looked up at him, her eyes moist, as if they were filled with water vapor.
She didn't take the milk; instead, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to her: "Sit with me for a while."
This is the fourth day since she fell ill.
The fever subsided, but her spirits didn't improve much; in fact, she became even more clingy.
Rong Shenghan has put aside almost everything these past few days to stay by her side, but he has been driven to desperation by her persistence.
She always needed him to eat, always needed to hold his hand to fall asleep, and even when reading documents, she would put her feet on his lap, like a small animal that was baring its teeth and claws but also dependent on people.
At this moment, she held his wrist with a light grip, but her fingertips were intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against his skin, carrying a slightly cool temperature.
Rong Shenghan sat down next to her and watched her press her face against his forearm, rubbing against it like a cat.
"Have you finished reading the documents?" he asked.
"No," Yu Jiuyuan said in a muffled voice, "I don't understand."
If anyone else had said this, Rong Shenghan would definitely not have believed it.
Yu Jiuyuan is known for her versatility. As the student council president of Saint Sakura Academy, she handles complicated matters more efficiently than anyone else. There is no document that she cannot understand.
But now that she was looking up at him with a slightly vulnerable and bewildered look in her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to suspect her.
"What don't you understand?" He picked up the document, about to take a closer look, but Yu Jiuyuan gripped his wrist even tighter.
Her fingertips slid up his forearm, past his elbow, onto his shoulder, and finally gently hooked his tie.
The movements were slow and deliberately seductive, like fishing or playing with fire.
"I don't understand anything." Her voice was so soft it was almost cloying, her nose almost touching his chin. "Can you teach me?"
Her warm breath brushed against his neck, carrying a faint medicinal scent and her unique fragrance, making his heart itch.
Rong Shenghan looked at her face so close to his own. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and her lips were a pale color, yet they resembled a budding flower, tempting one to pick it.
He suddenly chuckled softly, grabbed her wrist with his other hand, and pulled her closer to him.
Caught off guard, Yu Jiuyuan suddenly fell onto his lap, exclaimed in surprise, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can teach you,” Rong Shenghan’s voice was a little hoarse as it reached her ear, “but it depends on whether Miss is willing to pay the tuition.”
His fingers gently pinched her chin, the pressure light but carrying an irresistible force.
Yu Jiuyuan looked at the smile in his eyes, a smile that concealed a hint of calculation and indulgence, as if he had seen through her tricks long ago, yet he insisted on playing along with her.
She suddenly laughed, leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, lightly licking it with the tip of her tongue like a cat stealing cream: "Tuition fees? How about I repay you with my body?"
That's blunt enough, and it's also quite alluring.
Normally, Rong Shenghan would have already devoured her.
But looking at her pale face after her illness, he ultimately restrained himself and only lightly pecked her lips: "We'll talk about it when you're better."
Yu Jiuyuan seemed dissatisfied with the answer, and her fingers began to wander again, sliding down his tie and landing on his shirt buttons, caressing each one.
Her eyes held a hint of grievance, yet also a touch of allure, as if to say, "Why not?"
Rong Shenghan's breathing gradually became heavier.
He took her hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat beneath his palm.
"Yuan Yuan, stop fooling around."
“I’m not making a fuss.” Yu Jiuyuan looked up at him, her eyelashes brushing against his Adam’s apple. “I just… want you.”
Her voice was soft, yet like a feather, it tickled his heart.
Rong Shenghan closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the tenderness in his eyes had been replaced by a deep, inky desire.
He suddenly released her hand, leaned back on the sofa, his posture languid yet exuding a dangerous aura.
"Want me?" He raised an eyebrow, his fingers slowly and deliberately unbuckling his belt. "That depends on whether Miss has the ability."
Yu Jiuyuan's pupils contracted slightly.
She was taken aback by Rong Shenghan's directness.
Rong Shenghan seemed not to notice her reaction, his fingers continuing to move, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, revealing his well-defined chest.
His movements were unhurried, but his eyes were like hooks, fixed on her face, watching the surprise, shyness, and the barely concealed longing on her face.
Sunlight streamed through the glass, gilding his smooth, muscular physique with a golden edge.
His breathing gradually became heavy, and his eyes grew darker, as if a storm was brewing.
Yu Jiuyuan sat on his lap and could clearly feel the changes in his body. Her face flushed instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to pull away.
"Where are you going?" Rong Shenghan reached out and pressed down on her waist to stop her from moving, his tone slightly teasing. "Didn't you want me?"
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